...e out of the fridge.
"A First Aid kit box. Very funny, Gwen," Ben said, taking out the white box with the all-too-familiar red cross on it. Gwen snickered, shrugging as Grandpa Max remained oblivious to the conversation. He was too busy humming to Let It Be.
Ben opened the box to reveal a few slices of pizzas, some fries and a chicken drumstick. "Meh, it'll have to do," Ben said, placing the box in front of Gwen.
She took a look at it and closed the lid. "There's bound to be something else in there, right? Can't we cook for tonight?" she asked, handing Ben the box.
He shrugged, sitting back next to her. "I'll think of something. We still have some things left that I can rustle up," Ben said.
"Rustle up? We're eating out tonight, Ben," Grandpa Max said, looking back for a fraction of a second. "We're in New Orleans, after all. I bet you missed the Cajun-style Salmon, eh?"
Ben's face lit up visibly as Gwen giggled. "I still remember the crawfish incident 5 years back, Grandpa," she said before bursting out, laughing with Grandpa Max as Ben scowled.
"No fair. Gwen's Lucky Girl powers made that happen," Ben said with a slight tinge of dissatisfaction in his voice.
"Hey, lucky is lucky, dweeb. You gotta live with it," she said with a slight arrogance to her voice, Ben looking at her reproachfully. She then got up and hugged him, kissing him once on the lips while whispering "Sorry, Ben. Need to lead Gramps off the trail."
"You owe me tonight, Gwen," he s...